January 31, 2011

Dixie Rocks!

There will always be a special place in my heart for Southern Utah. Several years ago, I worked there and came to love the outdoors in a different sort of way than I do in Seattle. Mainly, the weather is warmer and the clear sky is lit up at night with bright stars. Yes, Dixieland is amazing.


If you live around Dixie, or even if you don't, please check out this site that my brother-in-law just made. It gives all sorts of info about things to do and see there. AND each Thursday for the next few weeks there will be a contest with some cool prizes (Tymon's eyeing the Kindle) for you to be involved with. All you have to do is "like" the site on Facebook and you get extra points for referring friends (hence this post).

Instructions:
1. Click the link for Dixie Rocks! on my Twitter feed in the sidebar.
2. Like "Dixie Rocks!" on Facebook (link on the Dixie Rocks! site).
3. Go to the contest tab to enter.
4. Refer your friends.

Jocelyn's Baby

Meet Jocelyn's baby. Baby is dearly loved. And dragged everywhere.

So loved dragged around that her nose is brown, cheeks are scuffed and fingers dirty.
Baby had a bath tonight. And her body is clean and dry. But her face and hands won't come clean. I need your help! So far, I've tried "Goo-gone", a magic eraser sponge, aerosol hairspray, baking soda and even nail polish remover. Certainly, one of you readers must know how to clean Baby's face. Please, please, please share!
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January 21, 2011

Stepping Back

Up until now, my longing for the past has been limited to reliving parts of my own life. I know I've romanticized previous periods when life was less complicated or held less responsibility. And I'm pretty sure all of you have done the same. Conveniently, I forget most of my challenges back then. Or I don't recognize that overcoming those problems helped me to gain the skills necessary to handle what is now on my plate.

My aunt recently gave me a CD of some old family photos, which I just looked at the other day. The above photo shows one of the waterskiing trips my grandparents took my mother and her siblings on. It's probably not very fair for me to look at this snap shot on one day and judge the rest of their lives, but I do. I love the family togetherness.

And I love to see my grandfather here so vibrant. I didn't know him with dark hair. And for that matter, I was 5 when my mom went to the beauty salon to get her hair frosted...and it never grew out. Each year more and more gray came. Like father like daughter. My children will never know my mother with dark hair.

But way back then she and my aunt (above) worked on Saturdays at the A&W. They came home in the afternoon with remnants of rootbeer floats, burgers and fries on their clothes, cleaned up, sewed a new dress and went to the dance at the nearby Air Force base. I love that they were so proficient at sewing that they could produce a dress in a few hours. My mother loves sewing because no one will ever have the exact same dress as you. And she loved the dances. Because guys massively outnumbered the girls, the girls were dancing the entire night. Uh, this is just not what dances in my youth were like. So yes, I romanticize it. And yes, both my mother and aunt married Air Force men.

Here's my mom and her mother. I'm guessing this is from around the time she graduated college (1965). Back then she looked so young, so full of life. And the contrast to her present day health is a little scary. Probably most of all to her. Because I'm pretty sure she thinks of herself as this girl and not the aging woman who has health issues that leave her weak and interfere with the life she wants to have. 

It's so weird to think of my parents together over 40 years ago.

A part of me longs to step back in time and be there. Longs to know my parents back then. And my grandparents. I want to go out with them and their friends. I want to work along side them and to know my aunts and uncles way back then. To appreciate their hard work, creativity and positive traits as a peer instead of as an ungrateful child. My parents have truly given me the best years of their lives. And they still do. They enriched my childhood with exciting adventures and a strong work ethic. Now they give me and my children the best of their golden years. And I think they like it. A lot.

It's this longing that is totally unfamiliar to me. How can I long to be with people whose prime happened decades before I was born? Somehow, in heaven, I hope there is a continuous spectrum of time phenomenon happening ... maybe like in LOST. Or better because you couldn't get stuck in any one period. I want to know people and be with them at any point in their life. One day we'd be emigrating from the homeland and crossing plains with a handcart or wagon and the next day we'd be cutting grass on a riding lawn mower.

And it'd also be cool to show up at the pearly gates wearing clothing from our prime years. Some wearing fantastic 1950 frocks and horn-rimmed glasses, while others show up with 1970s polyester pant suits or big skirts with petticoats or powdered wigs and knickers.

January 12, 2011

Snow-Baller

In my humble opinion, today was the perfect snow day. It snowed last night at our house maybe 3 or 4 inches. School was 2 hours delayed. And the rain began to turn our winter wonderland to slush.

The kids had a lot of fun playing in it for about half an hour.

And they finally got to try out their new snowball maker my aunt gave them for Christmas. Check out these perfect snowballs. Amazing, really.

And me? I took a few photos and made a snack. Instead of taking a shower. Because I can do that later. But for this time it was me and my kids and our snow day. And the snow has now completely melted. Yes! I love it.

January 8, 2011

Celebration

It only took 1.67 seasons, 13.25 months and 12 games for the biggest event in family basketball to date. In today's game, Graeden was open, passed the ball, took a shot, AND it went IN!!! The excitement this success has been fabulous. And to all of his adoring fans...well that's us...we are so happy for him. And I owe him a dollar. It's not a huge bribe, but every time Graeden steals the ball or makes a basket he gets a dollar. In two seasons I've only paid out a total of $3. To celebrate, we went out to teriyaki for lunch. And that really was a treat since Tymon had an all-day class today and I was alone with the kids. They did well and the shopkeeper loved them.

Game highlights:
1. Graeden's basket.
2. The other team was pretty good. The best competition our team has ever seen. They were so good at getting rebounds and stealing the ball. Did I mention that when they shot the ball, it went in 75% of the time? Yeah, we're just not used to that. Anyway, one kid stole the ball away from a kid named Declan and got in no more than one or two dribbles before Declan stole the ball back and took off. So funny. So cool.
3. We were behind the entire game until the middle of the 4th quarter when we tied the game...and then we ended up winning 26 to 20. I think the other team was surprised...and maybe they've never lost before.
 
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